EMILY: Merrill Johnston admitted that?
MARSHA: Yeah, I said can you name one available man and he said no.
EMILY: My sister thinks I’ll be married with children within the year.
MARSHA: How many children?
EMILY: So does Joan, they both really think I’m going to be married.
MARSHA: You know we’re getting right back into the Zeke season. Last year at this time he was making pumpkin faces here for Hallowe’en.
EMILY: And I was off in my whirl.
MARSHA: Zeke is an empty bucket.
EMILY: A seedless raisin.
MARSHA: A bottomless pit.
EMILY: Oh, she’s wearing one slipper red and one slipper green. Is that typical? We’re back where we started; when you were packing you were wearing one red and one green.
MARSHA: Was I really?
EMILY: Of course, I was hysterical over it. You know you can tell all about everything just by looking at these fucking photographs of the summer. First of all, my tongue is sticking out on every picture.
MARSHA: So is Tim’s. But you want to see pure symbolism? Look, here are my two best friends laughing and talking, and I’m all alone between them.
EMILY: All Antonionied up.
MARSHA: All Antonionied up.
EMILY: It’s so sad. Okay, honya, the fricassee’s ready. Do you want to dole out the dish or shall I?